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Tuesday, October 23, 2018

With Me, By Me



The soft twilight that whispered your name,
Has left me in the hollow dark.

The bustling leaves that smiled at us,
Have ended up a sad crumbled death.

The birds that sang your tune,
Have forgotten how to sing a perfect note.

The days that woke us with their golden touch,
Is just a burning memoir that has lost its shine.

All that remains with me from the day you left,
Is the lingering
fragrance that you spread in my life.





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